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odorekijin𝗗𝘂𝗼 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀, 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗶-𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀
Talks are unlocked according to the “Duo Level,” incremented from level 10, 20 and 30. The chronology of events follows that incrementation.
mini-talk one
Cain: So I’m gonna have a joint training with… Bradley, huh. I’m sure I've still got lots to learn from him, but…
…Yeah, looks like he’s not even there yet. Maybe he forgot we were supposed to meet up.
Welp, not gonna stand there ‘til the sun sets; I better call out to– Wough!?
Bradley: …Ugh... That hurts like hell, you fucks!
Cain: Bradley!? Did you just… How did you fall from the sky!?
Bradley: Go ask the damn twins! Sure they’ll have an answer ready fer ya!
Y’all really cruisin’ for a bruisin’! Seriously, blastin’ me off while I was dead asleep…
Cain: That’s, uh, probably because you forgot a li’l thing… Remember the joint training we were s’posed to have today?
Bradley: Huh? Who the hell planned that?
Cain: Snow and White, yesterday. I can’t believe you genuinely weren’t paying attention when you turned your back on them…
Bradley: Hmph, what can I say; comin’ up with tonight’s menu was less of a waste o’ time than listenin’ to ‘em old farts.
Cain: …Ain’t you a li’l too old to be acting like a rebellious kid?
Bradley: Say that again!?
Cain: Nothing! I didn’t say anything! Let’s just get to work, yeah?
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mini-talk two
Cain: Let’s get going with today’s program. Look, I get that you’re not in the mood to work, but try to put your shoulder to the wheel, yeah?
Bradley: (Yaaaawn)
Cain: Hey now, that ain’t no way to answer someone. You’re used to havin’ things going your way, sure, but don’t yawn at me like I’m not even there.
Bradley: Wanna scold me now, smartypants? A’ight, riddle me this then: what time is it, exactly?
Cain: I don’t have my watch, but I know breakfast hasn’t been served yet.
Bradley: See? The adults ‘round here just hit the hay, especially yer lord o’ the night here—it’s too damn early to be up an’ kickin’. An’ what’s up with you poundin’ on my door, huh?
Cain: I just knocked like anyone would... Don’t blow at me ‘cause you got up on the wrong side of bed, gee.
Cain: Try to help me out here: you're picking fights from sunrise to sunset, an’ by night you’re either drinking or chasin’ another fight… What other choice do I have? I don’t know when you’re available!
Bradley: Whoddya take me for, some kinda shit-stirrer?! I dun’ swing at anyone fo’ free ‘round the clock!
…Ughhh, okay, I guess we can train later into the night.
Takin’ the stairs from the dinin’ hall, we’ll be trainin’ on the second floor’s right wing, at the very end of the corridor.
Actually, let’s do it late at night. You good with that?
Cain: …Lemme see, we go up, then right... Wait, isn't that where the bar is?
Bradley: Heh, nothing gets past ya. We’ll be headin’ straight to our good ol’ pipe-smoker’s place.
Cain: What’s there to train at a bar!? Actually, save me the headache, I don’t wanna know…
mini-talk three
Cain: I don’t see him anywhere... Gah, the guy definitely stood me up on purpose this time.
Welp, guess I’ll go on ahead… << Gladius Procella! >>
Bradley: …Ughhh, why do I hafta be here…
Cain: Oh, there you are. You’re late, Bradley.
So for today's training… Though I feel like “duties” would be more appropriate—anyway, point is: we’re supposed to put down this monster. I know what you’re thinking: yeah, it’s a hassle to clear out, but if we join forces we can wrap—
Bradley: << Adnopotensum >>
Cain: … …! You one-shot it!?
Bradley: Hah, we ain’t got all night to be chewin’ the fat ‘bout teamwork. Trust me, we’ll be done pronto if I work alone.
Cain: … …
Bradley: What’s up? Cat got your tongue?
Cain: No, not at all. I think I just came to realise how much work I still have to pour in to not fall behind…
Plainly said: you’re strong. You'd be a key offensive element in magical warfare more than I ever would, which makes you better suited to spearhead on a strict battlefield with only our fists to fight. My role would be to stand on guard and have your back while you gun for the enemies.
Teamwork training or not, I must pull my own weight to keep up the pace with you.
Bradley: … …
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mini-talk four
Cain: … …
Bradley: Phew, damn this goes down easy! Hey, chap, we need another pint here.
Cain: Just to be sure we’re on the same page here… This is obviously a plain ol’ tavern, yeah?
Bradley: A plain ol’ tavern it is, sharp eye. You said ya couldn’t train in the Manor’s bar, so I took matters into my own hands fo’ a li’l change of scenery.
Cain: Don’t play dumb, you know what I mean! I had no problem with where we were…!
Bradley: Ease up on the damn formalities, boy. Ain’t we s'posed to strengthen our teamwork on the battlefield? Nothin’ wrong with a bit of booze to get our alliance going.
Go on, take a swig. This place ain’t half bad for the price.
Cain: I don’t really care if it’s good or not, I’m more worried about what I’m gonna write in my report…
Bradley: Sigh, you Central folks oughta lighten up a li’l: the prissy boy act is gettin’ boring to watch. …That the paper yer fussin’ over?
Gimme that. Dun’ worry, I'll write it for you.
Cain: Wha– Hey! Give it back, you’re gonna mess it all up!
Lemme see what you wrote… “Today, I made friends with Bradley. We had lots of fun together.” What is this, a child’s diary?
An’ there’s more... “At the end of the night, Bradley paid for everything” ...Hol’up, you? Seriously, you will?
Bradley: Hm? Yeah, that’s the least I can do. Haven’t stooped so low to let a laddie buy me a drink yet.
Cain: …Hey, Bradley, my man, can you order that for me? I know it’s a wee-bit expensive, but…
Bradley: Hah, you dun’ shy away from yer elders’ gold mine, ay? Y’got me good… Fine, treat yourself
mini-talk five
Cain: <<Gladius Procella!>> Shoot, it went that way!
Bradley: <<Adnopotensum>> …Tch, it ran away, damn it.
Cain: Wait, we still got a chance! Can you snipe from there?
Bradley: Not with you coolin’ yer heels in front of me, so go take a hike or sum'n–
… …
…Actually, come over ‘ere.
Cain: Why?
Bradley: You put it down. I’ll have your back.
Sure, ‘tis jus’ yer run o’ the mill monster, but yer still a lass an’ I can’t have you killed over that with yer whole life ahead of you.
If you wanna bring it down, prove t’me that y’can show some backbone an’ won’t let anyone butcha put it down. Go ahead, show it who's boss.
Cain: … …
Alright, leave it to me! <<Gladius Procella!>>
…It went down! I think that was the last of ‘em... Which means our training is also over.
Thanks for everything, Bradley, our time together turned out to be a valuable experience to me.
Last but not least… High-five!
Bradley: Tone it down, I toldja I wouldn’t do that kinda crap.
Cain: Ow… Wait, you returned that handshake? That totally was a high-five!
Bradley: Nah, my hand musta slipped. Come on, let's go home.
mini-talk six
Cain: Alright, booze-up!
Bradley: An’ what happened to yer precious “training”? Feelin’ rebellious all of the sudden?
Cain: Nah, I’d be straight up lyin’ to myself still callin’ this “training hours” when there’s alcohol everywhere I look.
Gotta say, I’m surprised the twins didn’t say a thing ‘bout my report, considering what we did…
Bradley: See? Toldja y’all Central folks are prissy ‘bout every li’l thing.
Watcha say we stop talking ‘bout work fo’ now, eh? Here, pour one fo’ yer man.
Cain: Me? You sure? Not that I don’t wanna, but I gotta warn you: your beer’s gonna be extra foamy with me.
Bradley: I know yer not as bad as you make it sound. I mean, c’mon, you’re from the Knights’ Order—you gotta know how to pour one fo’ yer elders, don’tcha?
Cain: Yeah, I guess so. I got promoted real fast for my age—not that I wanna brag about it—an’ as I became a leader to yesterday’s superiors, I didn’t get to offer ‘em drinks much.
I've had to practically beg not to serve others to spare them my beer-sudsy mess, and…
Bradley: …Long story short, you’re downright terrible. Beyond savin’ even…
Whatever, y’can just give it another go with me. I dun’ mind the foam anyway.
Cain: Well, I guess you’ve been warned… But don't get back at me later, ‘kay? Here I go—gently… Geeently…
Bradley: …Stop-stop-stop, that ain’t no extras, ‘tis ALL foam now!
Cain: Don’t come cryin’ now, I warned you! Anyhow, let’s raise our glasses—to our…! Uh… To what, exactly?
Bradley: To this night, to our training, and to this stupidly foamy beer…
Cain & Bradley: Cheers!
